Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2014 20:13:33 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION 2 Chapter 53 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 53 by Donny Mumford I had a great time with Seth after work yesterday, but it's back to the grind Tuesday morning. It's business as usual all day long: lots of sweat, some cursing, a few funny screw-ups on the job, great lunch, many laughs, some flirting with Seth, and it's all good. Until, that is, after work when Robby tells me we can't have the date tonight like we planned. His dad just called an emergency meeting for six o'clock. It seems there's some kind of a problem in the design department. It has nothing to do with the field supervisors, but Mr. Dickers wants all supervisors and management personnel attending emergency meetings. It's mandatory and intended to insure everyone's on the same page, and at the same time everyone is learning, or at least becoming familiar with all aspects of the company's various businesses. At least that's how Robby explained it to me. He's disappointed, of course, especially because he knows Wednesday is my buddy-sex night with Ray, like Saturday nights are for him and Travis. Making matters worse, Robby needs to work on equipment inventory and repair Thursday night, so we're depending on Friday night to be our night together. It's the last night before Chubby and I have a week off from work and, of course, we're spending that week in Wildwood. I invited Robby to join us but he needs to, what else, work that week. Man, that supervisor job of his really sucks! Chubby gives me a ride home, and during the ride we make plans for dinner tonight. When I'm inside my condo it hits me that I have nothing I need to do, and that's unusual for me. Chubby's part-time job and the fact he's dating two girlfriends at the same time, Gina and Mary Jo, keeps him busy just about every night, and tonight's no exception. So okay, like I said, I've got a rare night with nothing to do and I plan on keeping it that way. I can use a relaxing carefree night by myself. Hell, I'm not so sex-crazed I can't go one night without it! I take a leisurely shower and then spend an hour emailing Ryan, Dodger, and Connor. In Connor's email I backtrack a little on the scenario of Seth and him being boyfriends, apologizing if I've overstepped my bounds. I don't mean to meddle in his life and even though my intentions are good, I ask Connor to be honest and tell me if I'm off base fixing him up with basically a blind date. Then I sing the praises of Seth a little more at the end of the email to subtly sell the idea of Connor keeping an open mind about it. After sending the email, I second-guess myself again, thinking Connor already knows I have his best interests at heart. I guess I want him to verify that premise. I've never claimed to be the most confident person in the world so I second-guess myself a lot. Still, I'm anxious to read Connor's reply, although unfortunately he won't even read the email until Sunday. Thinking about friends that are missing in action, so to speak, it hits home to me that we never realize how much a person means to us until they're gone. That's the case for me as far as Dodger, Connor, and Ryan go. I miss them more than I thought I would. Damn, I need to get myself out of this maudlin mood somehow. Maybe I should call Sonny or Devon and see if we can hook-up for bowling or miniature golf... heh heh, or something a little sexier than bowling or golf! That would be a ballsy move on my part, alright. No, not Sonny because he already thinks I'm falling for him, and maybe I am a little bit, but there's no sense proving it to him. It'd be awkward calling Devon too, mostly because I don't know where I stand with him. It's mysterious the way he rubs his face against mine and holds the hug with me a few beats too long during the posse greeting. I can't figure out if that means anything: is he subtly coming on to me, or maybe he's teasing me about me being gay? The first time I saw him I immediately thought he'd be the hot sexy one out of all the posse boys. I met Devon's brother, Sonny, later, and right off the bat I kinda predicted trouble from Sonny. He hasn't turned out to be 'trouble' exactly. It's more like expect the unexpected from him. Who could have predicted skinny, cute, orange-haired Sonny would be gay, never mind dominant. Yeah, dominant during sex, but never in a particularly rough way, and then he's kind of sweet afterwards. It's an odd combination considering he patterns his sex after master/slave videos. I've never watched one of those, but Sonny seems to be hooked on them. He's not rough, but he is headstrong and confident. How do kids get that confident anyway? Those of us who lack confidence would like to know the answer to that. Is it something they're born with? Some extra drop of a chemical in a certain area of their brain, or is it learned? Damned if I know. Anyway, I don't call Sonny or his brother, Devon. Instead I play it safe and call Ray. It'll be a few brownie points for me because Ray likes me calling and texting him. You know, like his girlfriend does. Ray answers on the second ring, "Dylan, good to hear from you, dude. It was awesome seeing you last night. Whassup?" You know what, Ray's got a sexy voice. I just noticed that. I go, "Hi Ray. Yeah, it was cool running into you and the boys last night. It made me realize I miss you. Can we hang out together tonight? I'd really like to." It's so odd, but I'm getting a hard-on just talking to Ray. He says, "Sorry, babe, but tomorrow's your turn. Remember? I'm taking my girlfriend out tonight and just between you and me I got off the phone with her not ten minutes ago and she tells me she's hot for me tonight. That means I'm in for a special treat, a sexy one. Girls seem to get hot at certain times during their monthly cycle, if you follow me... the bottom line is she wants to get laid. I'm holding the condom I'll use for that in my hand right now. I was just about to stick it in my wallet when you called. By the way, I like that you're calling more. It's tells me you're thinking about me just like a girlfriend should." I say, "Boyfriend, Ray, I'm not a girl." He says, "Sorry, I know how sensitive you are about that. My bad. You're my boyfriend, definitely not my girlfriend, and you're a hell of a good boyfriend, too. The best! Tomorrow night I'm going to show you how much I appreciate you, too. And another thing, I learned my lesson about referring to myself in the third person as 'your man'. I'm not doing that anymore. Thanks for pointing that out to me. It's so phony of me; I can't believe I was saying that. I'm Maryanne's man, of course, but I'm your boyfriend, I get that." Ray not only talks too much during sex, he talks too much all the time. For some reason, maybe because talking to Ray is giving me a boner, I stupidly say, "Can't we get together before or after your date with Maryanne?" Damn! I hate that I asked that! I'm not that needy. He chuckles, "That's flattering, Dylan, but please don't nag. You're better than that, a lot better than that." Making a bigger ass of myself, I say, "I'm sorry, Ray, maybe it's my time of the month too... heh heh." Damn, that was dumb! Ray laughs, "I don't think it applies to boyfriends, but I like that you're anxious to see me. The thing you need to learn, though, is this: I've said 'no' to you once already, and I don't change my mind about things like this just because you do some girlie nagging. Tomorrow is your turn, I can only be in one place at a time. You wouldn't want me to screw Maryanne just before I pick you up for our date, would you?" Fuck it, he's getting too preachy again. I say, "Okay, Ray, forget I asked. I'll see you tomorrow night at the game." He gets stern, "Hold on a second. I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Would you like it if I had sex with my girlfriend right before taking you out?" I hate when he gets like this, but it makes my dick buzz just the same. I mutter, "No, I see your point." Ray goes, "Good, don't forget it. See you tomorrow night," and we end the call with me groping my hard cock. I'm just standing here holding my crotch, so pissed-off at myself my face is red. Why do I do stupid things like that dumb phone call? God! Maybe I'm wrong about what I said earlier, perhaps I actually am sex-crazed enough that I can't go one day without it. I sure hope that's not true. Ray somehow just rings all my bells though, just turns me on sexually. I can't exactly put my finger on what it is exactly. Maybe it's his demeanor in that he's always, always, in charge. He does it unconsciously, and I suppose that's because he's been in charge of the posse boys for years and now being bossy is second nature to him. He's pissed me off even though, at the same time, there's something about him that gets me hot. I mean, I've still got a boner even though he was a jerk just now. It's especially weird being chastised by Ray and getting aroused sexually, too. How ridiculous is that! Oh the hell with it. I stop thinking about Ray and screw around with a computer game for a while, and then, continuing to do dumb things tonight, on a whim I call Willie. My heart's pounding because I'm not sure why I called him or how he'll react. He answers, but sounds different. He says, "Is my caller ID broken, or is this my old boyfriend Dylan Newman calling?" I go, "Hi, Willie, it's me. How're you doing?" He says, "I'm doing fine, how are you?" Man, this doesn't sound like the Willie I know. I think he's lisping a little when he talks. I go, "I'm good, whatcha been up to?" He says, "Nothing much, how 'bout you?" What the fuck? Where's the confident bluster Willie usually oozes with? I say, "Same as always," and he goes, "Good for you. I'm glad you're fine, but I can't be late meeting my boyfriend, I hate to be rude, but I need to run. He doesn't tolerate me being late, hee hee. You know how it is." Hee hee? What's wrong with him? I say, "Yeah, by all means don't be late, nice talking with you." He goes, "Bye-bye," and clicks off. Holy shit! I'm creeped out! Can I believe he didn't even mention us getting together? In the old days he'd have said something like, 'Stay right where you are, I'll be over to pick you up. Don't fucking move!' or words to that effect. The last time I saw him he did mention something about getting together with a childhood dominant sex partner. This kid was away at college or some such thing, and Willie hadn't seen him for over four years. Maybe Willie's switched back to his submissive side. That's how he was when I first met him. Then he saw I was submissive so I guess he decided to try the dominant role with me. Well, I don't guess that, I know he did, and he did it good for a long time before getting carried away with it the last few months we dated. I feel weird now; hearing him like that is disturbing. I guess I can stop fooling myself that Willie's holding his breath waiting for me to come crawling back to him. He doesn't even want me crawling back to him. He's lost interest in me. Not a big ego boost for me, but on the other hand, it's best to finally know for sure our relationship is over. Now all I need to figure out is why the hell I called him in the first place. Hmmm? Obviously in the back of my mind I wanted to get together with him. Maybe I will call Sonny after all. At least he'll want to get together with me. I'm glad somebody still does. I start fixing Chubby's and my dinner while still thinking about the rejections I've experienced in the last half hour or so. First Ray and then, amazingly, Willie too. Seth would boost my ego, except there's no sense calling him because he's already told me tonight's a study night for him. Seth's one of the most conscientious kids I know... Robby's another one. Damn, I can't wait to get back to Merrimack. Ryan never rejects me. Rejection sucks, so I feel sorry for myself, then realize it's a good thing Willie and I are finally done. It's good to have closure, and it's especially good to have closure without hurting his feelings. He did a lot of wonderful things for me, but that's all over now. I think I feel okay about that. My ego's taken a hit, but I probably need that once in awhile to keep me grounded. There's nothing like reasoning something out even though it may border on rank rationalization. Rationalizing is a good thing. I'll concentrate on dinner now, and as for the rejection, they can all go fuck themselves. See how unaffected by rejection I am. Oh well, I'm making grilled Italian sausages with sautéed green pepper and onions on sub rolls. We'll have two each, plus a healthy salad. The ripe, locally grown tomatoes are awesome in a salad this time of year, although pricey at $3.49 a pound. I've got some pickling cucumbers left over from the other night, and crispy romaine lettuce to go with Ken's Italian dressing. Should be good. Chubby comes in a half hour later bursting with energy... he's full of smiles, hugs, and happiness. I'm mostly over being rejected by Ray and Willie tonight and Chubby gets me all the way over it. We do a quick hug and then get to work finishing dinner together. The salad's made, Chubby's grilling the sausages on the outdoor gas grille, I'm putting the sliced onions and green peppers into a frying pan with butter and olive oil to sauté them, and then I join Chubby on the balcony where we share a cigarette. Chubby turns the sausages as I tell him about my telephone conversation with Willie. Passing the cigarette to him, Chubby says, "Jeez, I don't actually know Willie at all. The few times I met him, um, he didn't impress me much, to put it mildly. He seemed to be a pompous ass, actually. He did not seem the type to speak with a lisp though, so that is weird. What do you attribute the lisp to?" I don't want to get into the sub/dom thing with Chubby... unless you're affected by it, it sounds extremely odd. I'm well aware of that, and I definitely can see that point of view. For whatever reason it's sexually arousing to me, as well as to a surprising number of others, both gay and straight. So I stick to a topic that's a little more out in the open. "Well, Chubby, he's gay like me and some gays adopt swishy mannerisms." Chubby asks, "Swishy?" I go, "You know, affected or exaggerated gay stereotypical behavior. Um, feminine mannerisms. They're in the minority among gays if you ask me, although what do I know? They don't bother me either way. I don't judge because everyone has a right to be themselves as long as they're not hurting others or themselves." Chubby mutters, "Well yeah, to a degree, I guess." Chubby finishes the cigarette, and asks, "Do you want to flick the butt, bro?" I make a face at him, then chuckle and say, "No thanks." Grinning, Chubby purposely flicks the butt off his sneakers then kicks it over the balcony, muttering, "That's taken care of." I smirk at him, and then he gives me a hug, chuckling, as I mutter, "Wise ass." The sausages are done, so Chubby transfers them to a plate and we go inside to construct our sub sandwiches on crusty rolls, adding lots of fried onion and green peppers. The last order of business is to add ketchup to our sausages and then start eating. Some misguided individuals leave the ketchup off, but it's their problem if they don't know what good is. As we eat our dinner of salad and sausage subs, Chubby says, "Since you mention your old boyfriend, Willie, I might as well admit I'm not too crazy about your latest boyfriend, Ray, either. Apparently you're more, um, accepting of unorthodox behavior than I am." I swallow a delicious mouthful of salad, and say, "Perhaps you don't like my boyfriends simply because they're my boyfriends." He replies, "You mean the way you don't like my girlfriends?" I'm like, "No, not at all. I don't like your girlfriends because they don't like me, while Ray and Willie never had a bad word to say about you." He chuckles, "That's because there's nothing about me that's bad to talk about. And, my girlfriends do so like you, plus your suggestion falls flat on its face because I like your so-called main boyfriend, Robby, a whole lot. So there." Hmmm, he's got me with that, so I say, "Why do you continue talking about this?" He laughs, spraying the dressing from the salad he was chewing back onto his plate. Done laughing, he says, "You're the one who brought the subject up." I say, "You've always had a distorted view of reality." He grins at me, "I love you, Dylan. You're so funny." We finish eating, talking about our latest favorite topic... our Wildwood vacation next week. After cleaning up the kitchen we hug again and then Chubby goes up to his condo to get ready for his date. I wonder if Chubby, like Ray, is expecting to 'get lucky' tonight. Ugh! Well, now I've got nothing to do except embrace the fact that I have nothing to do. Chubby says he'd like to have one night a week without work or dating, or anything else, such as going to Paw Sox games with the guys in the boyfriend/girlfriend group of Mary Jo's. He just wants to chill out and get a good night's sleep to recharge his batteries. It sounds good in theory except I'm finding I can't just do nothing. Instead I use the time to clean my bathroom and bedroom. Then I do a washer load of dirty sheets and clothes, including our uniforms for work. As I'm doing these boring tasks I try not to think about Ray or Willie and instead concentrate on Robby, who I would have been with tonight except for that stupid emergency meeting his dad insisted on. I get excited thinking about me and Robby and it's also a comforting feeling knowing that no matter what happens with my sex-on-the-side buddies, Robby and me are always going to be there for each other. Being loved by Robby these past few years has spoiled me a little, but he shook me up with his threesome proclamation, and his early infatuation with Ryan. It was a wake-up call for me and it worked too because I re-evaluated by feelings for Robby and found a deeper love and appreciation for him, which has carried over to this day. I wish Robby could come to Wildwood with Chubby and me, but it's that dumb supervisor job he has that again gets in the way by taking precedence over Robby having fun. I'm well aware Robby, like Seth, is conscientious about things like schoolwork, and actual work on the job, and I admire him for it, but it's fucking up our fun. For the hundredth time this summer I look forward to going back to Merrimack. I'll appreciate what I have there more now. Robby and me living together was so awesome, and if somehow Robby can see his way through to reinstating our threesome with Ryan it'll be perfect. Between our threesome experience, and Robby's supervisory job experience he's much more comfortable being in charge than ever before, and I love that about him. It's fun having a true-love boyfriend who's also my idol. I don't think Robby realizes how special he is. My only criticism is also my only concern where Robby's concerned, and it's Robby's temper at times. He's a little dangerous when he really gets pissed-off, which isn't very often, thank God. I'm afraid he'll go too far during a fight some time and get himself in serious trouble. That holds especially true when he thinks I'm in danger or I've been mistreated by someone. Robby goes a little bit nuts when that happens. As I'm folding the clothes from the dryer I'm thinking about how sexy Robby is. His body and his cuteness mixed with his recently discovered in-charge attitude, to go along with his basic sweetness, is an impossible combination to beat. I'll never find a more perfect boyfriend and I feel incredibly lucky we found each other. Very lucky, especially when I look around and see the sexual frustration and lack of luck Seth, Connor, and guys like them have had in the romance department. And Connor and Seth are both extremely attractive with awesome personalities, but still haven't been able to hook-up with a gay boyfriend. They're not alone though; there are many unfulfilled gay teens which makes me and Robby two lucky guys. Hmmm, I wonder why we both put that in jeopardy by screwing around with the side-sex we seem to always have. I know why we say we do it, it's to sow our wild oats which means we're getting the lure of sexual variety out of our systems until we finally have had enough of that and can settle down just him and me. We blame it on our youth, but there's an oversexed element to both of us as well, so it probably is a good idea that we satisfy that first. There's always that big elephant in the room called rationalization that might be involved in our logic when we're explaining why we're messing around with side-sex. Maybe it's just because one lover isn't enough for either of us, which might simply be a character flaw in both of us. The redeeming quality we have is being honest with each other about not being exclusively each other about side-sex partners. That's paramount, the honesty part, and at the moment I can't think of another honorable aspect of sleeping around, so to speak. It's selfish I think, and surely immature, but what are ya gonna do, it's who we are. I guess my only defense is being mostly honest about it with Robby and my other sex partners. What the hell, it's fun... and we're young and allowed to make bad choices once in awhile. You know what I think? I think I shouldn't have too many nights like this one with nothing to do... I tend to overanalyze everything when I'm not occupied doing stuff. Robby and I are good with it for now so I'll leave it at that and get my ass to bed. A good night's sleep is the least I should get from this boring night. And that's what I do. Putting on a CD to listen to and keep my mind off bothersome subjects, I turn out the light and get in bed. The next thing I know my eyes open to see a rainy day outside my window. Looking at the nightstand clock I see it's almost time to get up, so I get out of bed and stretch. Yeah, that feels good. It's not pouring rain, just plain old rain that we'll work through. I feel very rested and ready for Wednesday so after my morning bathroom duties I get dressed, then make the meatloaf sandwiches for Chubby's and my lunch today by putting two individual-sized deli potato salad containers and plastic forks in the bag with the sandwiches, and adding two packages of chocolate chip cookies and two bottles of Snapple lemon iced tea, and that takes care of lunch. Chubby comes in and we have coffees and a cigarette on the balcony as he tells me about his and Mary Jo's latest fight on their date last night. Chubby apparently wasn't as lucky on his date with MJ as Ray said he was going to be with Maryanne. Chubby and Mary Jo had an argument, not an actual fight obviously, and Chubby's laughing about it now. Arguing appears to be a constant ingredient in their relationship keeping it lively if nothing else. At work no one is in a good mood all day and that's mostly because the rain doesn't stop until around two o'clock, and the big mower broke down right before lunch. Robby missed lunch because he had to drive the truck back to the garage to have the mower repaired. It also meant we didn't finish work today until after five o'clock. In addition, Seth has a summer cold so the rainy day did no favors for him. Robby told Seth to take tomorrow off if he isn't feeling any better by then. He told me later that it makes more sense having Seth stay home a day to get better than to have him ill on the job and perhaps inadvertently spreading the cold around the crew. We're all still wearing damp uniforms when we return to headquarters, so no one's mood improved all day. It's not that us guys were sniping at each other, there just wasn't the good=natured kidding around that we usually do, and there weren't the usual laughs like there normally is. It's easily the worst day on the job this summer. Chubby drives us home where he's going to take a quick shower, then changes quickly to get to his part-time job on time. He'll get something to eat in one of the fast food joints near where he works. The good thing is the sun is out now and the rain cooled everything down. It's basically a beautiful day now with bright blue skies and a refreshing little breeze. My shower feels wonderful and then I get dressed for tonight's basketball game with my spirits picking up by the minute. For a quick dinner I eat the rest of the meatloaf and the left over noodles from the other night, with a fresh salad. I'm all about healthy eating. After dinner, I have a smoke on the balcony waiting for the telephone call from whoever is picking me up tonight for the game. It turns out to be Dawg. He's like, "Hi, Dylan, I'm one of the drivers tonight. I'm on my way to your place right now so please meet us at the curb in five minutes." I brush my teeth and gargle, put on my red posse hat and hurry down the steps to the street feeling good about seeing the posse boys, especial the brothers, Devon and Sonny. Then it'll be Ray and me after the game and that thought gets me doing a quick adjustment of my junk in my underpants. Dawg drives up in a undersized Chevrolet. Devon's in the front seat and Sonny is in the back. They all get out for the posse greeting. Devon does the same exaggerated face rub and a longer then normal hug, then I get a quick fist bump and hug from Dawg before Sonny gives me a sexy look, and as Dawg and Devon are getting back in the car, Sonny kisses my lips, muttering, "If Ray can kiss you at Sunnydale's, you're also my boyfriend, so I get to do it, too." Then we do the posse fist bump and hug with Sonny goosing my ass, saying, "I'll be over for you around seven o'clock tomorrow on my motor bike. Be at the curb!" Then he knocks my hat off running his fingers over my hair, adding, "You're getting another haircut, too. That was so much fucking fun last time." I say nothing because I'm in a little sexy trance and loving the dreamy feeling. How come Ray can't make me feel like this, and yet Sonny can without even trying? Ryan was like that, too. It's awesome! Sonny and I are rookie posse members so we always need to sit in the back seat, never the shotgun seat. Sonny gets in first and when I sit down he does the same thing he did the first night I met him. He puts his hand where I'm sitting and being unaware, I sit on his hand. This time his middle finger is between my legs a little so when he wiggles his finger it moves my balls. I look at him and he gives me his cute smirk and wiggles his middle finger while goosing my right butt cheek. He keeps this up as we ride along with the four of us talking about sports. Dawg's especially worked up over the lousy Red Sox season. While I'm a sports fan, I'm not a fanatical one. Okay, I'm more of a fair weather fan in that when a team's doing awesome I'm all over it. As Sonny tweaks my balls and squeezes my ass, I ask Devon, "How's Annie doing? She's so damn cute." Devon says, "I was out with her last night and she asked about you, too. She's doing great." I go, "Say 'hi' for me when you see her, okay?" It doesn't take long for Sonny to cause a hard boner to form in my pants. His incessant goosing of my ass cheek while playing with my nuts, using his nimble middle finger, is surprisingly stimulating. It'd cause problems if I complain about this because Ray's already accused me of leading Sonny on, which is bull-bleep. I'm soon squirming on the seat giving Sonny a dirty look while answering Devon's latest question. It's about him getting a haircut before I go on vacation. His family is attending a big family reunion in Vermont this weekend and he wants to show off his new 'look'. I'm pulling at Sonny's wrist trying to get his hand out from under me, as I'm saying, a little out of breath, "Sure, Devon, how about tomorrow around five o'clock." He's like, "I'm going with my parents to visit my grandmother at the nursing home tomorrow. Could you do it Friday around the same time?" I say, "Sure, count on it, buddy. I'm always available for my brother posse boys." He goes, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Dylan, you're only a rookie on probation to become a member." I mutter, "I know," then I look questioningly at Sonny, like, 'Really? You're actually going to keep doing this?' kind of look. Sonny has an innocent expression on his face, saying, "Why are you looking at me like that? Oh, is it about tomorrow? Hell, I wanted to see granny too, but I've got a job interview that dad says is more important." What a liar he is, he's coming to pick me up tomorrow afternoon. He continues wiggling his finger under my balls and I squirm some more, grunting, "Oh, so you're going for a job interview tomorrow, Sonny, is that it?" Sonny shakes his head 'no', grinning, and says, "Yeah, I'd like to earn a little money." What a conniver! I'm wearing flimsy basketball shorts tonight; the material is thin and at the moment it's outlining my boner as it pokes up from my lap. There's a sort of nylon netting inside the shorts serving as a jockstrap. It comes attached to the shorts so I'm not wearing underwear and the silky material around my sensitive cock feels tantalizingly sexy. Adding to that is Sonny's constant rubbing against my scrotum, moving my balls around, and goosing me. I'm really squirming on the seat now as a quiet, "Mmmmm," slips from my throat and I sense the beginnings of an orgasm in my churning nuts. Now I'm looking at Sonny with a pleading expression, mouthing, 'Please, Sonny...' He shrugs and pulls his hand out from under me, but then quick as a cat he gets his fist around my boner and lifts it up so it's pointing straight up instead of just lifting my shorts while pointing at my stomach. He strokes my boner and my head goes back on the seat trying to form a mental picture of me sitting naked in a tub of ice water hoping this keeps me from firing a load of spunk in my shorts. Sonny continues stroking my cock as Dawg's asking me if Ray will be giving me a ride home after the game. I grunt out, "Uh huh," and look pleadingly at Sonny again. He stops stroking my boner and mouth's the words, 'We on for tomorrow?' I nod my head to the affirmative really fast, like Ryan used to do, and Sonny releases my boner, saying out loud, "Okay then." I'm so relieved I actually thank him when I should be uber pissed-off at him. As I'm adjusting my boner so that the head is trapped under the waistband of my shorts, Devon turns around, asking me, "Is Sonny behaving himself, Dylan?" I croak out, "Yep, uh huh," and Devon says, "Good. He's always talking about you, so I guess you've replaced me as his idol." Devon chuckles, then adds, "Good luck with that. Sonny can make a nuisance of himself when he wants to." Sonny goes, "Devon! I never make a nuisance of myself," and I go, "Heh heh, I'll watch for that, but you're still Sonny's idol, Devon, not me. Right Sonny?" Sonny shakes his head 'no' at me, and says, "Of course Devon's my idol. He's my big brother." Rolling my eyes at Sonny I can't help but laugh a little because he reminds me of Dodger. Maybe I'm projecting, but Seth reminds me of Connor and Sonny reminds me of Dodger. Now I need someone to remind me of Ryan and I'll get through the summer with substitutes for the three missing boys I'm very fond of. The remainder of the ride is calm compared to the first fifteen minutes, and thank God for that. Sonny's mouthing words to me silently, only half of which I can make out, but it's all sexual in nature one way or another. He's looking cuter and cuter to me, but that's nothing new. The more I get to know whoever I'm having sex with, the cuter they appear to be in my mind. Not that Sonny isn't a cute kid to start with, it's just that I'm getting attached to him now, so in my head he's even cuter than before... it's weird how that works. As we're driving into the parking lot I'm thinking about Friday after work when I'll be giving Devon a haircut. There's only a fifty-fifty chance he'll be alone, but if he is maybe I'll find out what signals, if any, Devon's been giving me with the cheek to cheek contact and strong hugs during our posse greetings. Should be interesting and I'm almost nervous about finding out what it means, if anything. On the one hand, I'm hoping it means nothing important while on the other hand if it means he wants to try buddy sex with me, how will I handle that? That's where the nervous part comes in. Sonny's definitely gay which research has shown means a sibling is twice as likely to be gay or bisexual as compared to the general population. That's what I've read anyway. It holds true for Ray and Elliot, and Robby and Dodger, so we'll see. When we're out of the car Devon gets his arm around Sonny's neck playfully, asking, "Is Dylan your idol now, bro?" Sonny goes, "Are you kidding, Devon? You'll always be my hero." Which didn't exactly answer Devon's question. Dawg says, "I wish my brother was as close to me as Sonny is to Devon," and then some of the other posse boys join us and it's a minute or so of fist bumps, hugs, and comments like, "Hey, wassup," and "Good to see ya, dude," and the like. I get a special greeting from Bean, who tells me, "This is an official date night for you and Ray so he wants me to look out for you during the game like I did the first night, so stick close to me. Oh, and don't forget to go down to the court and get Ray's satchel after the game. For now though I've got an errand for you to run. I left my posse hat in my car; here are the keys. You're to run over to it and get my hat off the front seat, and while you're there clean up Jameson's McDonald's wrappers in the back seat. He ate his dinner on the ride over. Come straight back to me and stick close by until Ray takes over after the game." I go, "I can take care of myself, Bean, get serious! I'll get your hat and clean up the backseat mess because I'm the rookie here, but I certainly don't need you babysitting me!" He says, "I'm only telling you what Ray said, if you want to take a chance on being suspended again there's nothing I can do about it. Oh, and you're to stay away from Sonny tonight. You two get too chummy. That's Ray's assessment, not mine." I make a face, letting air out of my lungs noisily showing what I think of all this, then jog over to Bean's car wondering why the fuck he parked so far away. Cleaning the mess in the backseat that consists of more than big Mac and fries wrappers, I then grab Bean's hat, lock the car and jog back. What the fuck, I might as well go over to Bean, why cause trouble? When I do, he pats the bleacher seat next to him, saying, "Smart move, Dylan, and thanks for my hat. Did you clean the debris out of the back seat?" I go, "Uh huh," and look down to see Mark just arriving. We're in our usual spot at the top of the bleachers and we all stand to take turns doing the posse greeting with Mark, who says to me, "I heard about the accident you had with the Bic lighter. Wow, you did a cool job covering up the burnt hair. It's short though." Thinking about tomorrow with Sonny, I say, "I'm liking it, Mark, and I think I'll cut it again before my vacation." He asks where I'm going on vacation and we talk about Wildwood for a while. He's been to Wildwood with his family and thinks it's as cool as I do. Then the game begins. It starts out actually being a good game to watch in the early going. There are two black kids who dunk on the other team, but with the score tied 10 to 10 the other team starts steam rolling the team Ray's on and scoring at will. It's soon obvious that Ray's team is out of the other team's league. After two quarters Ray's team is down by fourteen and it would have been more except for basically two long-distant three point shots that were more prayers than good basketball shots. They went in though, but the lead's sure to increase in the third and fourth quarters. As the two teams take a break, Bean asks, "What do you want from the refreshment stand?" I tell him, "Surprise me, Bean," and he goes, "Okay, but stay in your seat while I get our food." I mutter, "Yes sir, boss." Bean smiles and shrugs, "I'm only following orders, Dylan. Just between you and me, I think it's dumb, but Ray's real protective of his girlfriends. He always has been." I mumble, "I'm his boyfriend, Bean, not his girlfriend." Bean says, "Whatever, stay put," and he goes off with Jameson, Mark, Dawg, Manny, and Devon to buy food at the refreshment stand. Sonny doesn't go of course, because if he did, how would he be able to torture me? He slides down the bleacher seat towards me and puts his arm around my neck, asking, "Did you miss me?" I sarcastically say, "Bean told me I'm not allowed to talk to you. Ray's orders." Sonny chuckles, "He's afraid I'll steal you from him and I probably will. I know you're looking forward to tomorrow afternoon, aren't you? I'm going to tie you up and recreate our hot time of ten days ago. You're excited, yes?" I roll my eyes, "Thrilled, Sonny." He snickers, "You are thrilled actually, but you're too cool to show it. That's alright, I understand. Give me a kiss." I go, "Get fucking real, Sonny," then I glance at the court and see Ray looking right at us. I spread my arms, shaking my head, like, 'What can I do?' Ray actually grins so maybe he understands my situation. Sonny's like gum on my shoe, or like my shadow, which might be a better description. I say, "How about sliding back down to your spot so neither of us gets in trouble? I'll see you tomorrow." He grins, "First tell me you're thrilled about you and me sneaking off on our secret date tomorrow afternoon." I give a bored response, "I'm thrilled about it." He says, "I knew you were. If you give me a kiss I'll go back to my seat." I look down at the court and see Ray's back is to us, plus no one appears to be paying any attention, so I kiss Sonny's lips, and he says, "You loved that," then slides back to his seat. The funny thing is my dick moved in my pants when I kissed him. Sonny has sexy lips and he smells good. He looks sexy, too and hell, he is sexy. Bean comes back with three hotdogs and two Cokes. We both eat a hotdog and he says we'll share the third one. Bean says, "I thought I had more money with me. I'll eat half of this third hotdog and then give the other half to you." He eats his half and passes the hotdog to me and my first bite is where he took his last bite. To me that's sexy. After we're done with the hotdogs and Cokes, Bean sends me to dump the hotdog wrappers and Coke cups in the trash can. Then the third quarter begins and it's not a pretty sight. The Ray's team is getting smoked and to make matters worse, with only two minutes left in the game Ray drives to the basket only to go down in a heap on the court. Someone accidentally stepped on his foot as he was going for a lay up and now Ray's rolling around in pain holding his foot, or more likely his ankle. He's helped to the bench where the assistant coach tries to comfort Ray. The game mercifully ends with Ray's team losing by thirty-five points. The final margin would have been larger except the other team put all their subs in halfway through the fourth quarter. All us posse boys go down to see how our leader's doing. He's laughing with a couple of his teammates, but it's mostly false bravado because when he's done commiserating with teammates, he says to us, "My fucking ankle is killing me. Coach says I need to get my ankle X-rayed. He's taking me to the hospital." We're concerned, but Ray says, "It's not life and death, guys. Probably only a sprained ankle although the fucker really hurts." He takes his car keys out of his pocket, saying to me, "Take my keys and get my satchel, Dylan, then follow us to the hospital in my car. The rest of you guys go on to Sunnydale's, we'll hook-up with you there." There's a minute of posse fist bumps and hugs with everyone doing it to Ray and me, and then the troops take off and the coach drives up near the court and helps Ray get in the car, as Ray's telling the coach, "He'll follow us," nodding at me, adding, "I'll get a ride home with him," then to me, "Get going, Dylan," and I jog away with his satchel. At least Ray had the commonsense not to say, 'My boyfriend will follow us,' and he didn't call me 'baby' or something like that. Even Ray has a limit I guess, and being openly gay to his coach isn't what he has in mind, and I say good! With Ray in the car, the coach drives to the parking lot where I'm waiting in Ray's car and then I follow them to the hospital. It's about a twenty-minute ride, but it seems to be in the direction of Framingham, so that's good. They drive to the emergency room entrance while I park in the visitor's lot. It's a slow night for emergencies luckily, so Ray gets taken for an X-ray within ten minutes after arriving. He come out with crutches fifteen minutes later, not with a cast on his ankle, just an Ace bandage. The coach asks, "Sprained ankle?" and Ray's like, "Yes, coach, but I probably can't play next week." The coach says, "I wouldn't think so, Ray, but how about showing up to support your teammates." Ray goes, "Absolutely!" as we walk outside, with me thinking, 'Ray's acting normal with the coach, sounding like a regular kid and not the eccentric that Ray basically is. Huh! It's good to know he's capable of that, although it's actually a little surprising. Ray manages to get to the car on crutches after saying good night to the coach. Inside the car, Ray says, "Thanks for driving, Dylan, and I'm sorry about this. I don't know what the fuck happened exactly, but I think someone stepped on my foot. Shit happens." I drive away, saying, "Tough break, Ray, but a sprain is better than a broken bone." He mutters, "Yeah, I guess, but sprains can linger awhile. Turn left at the next traffic light." I'm thinking it's going to be two nights in a row without sex for me, and I guess I'll need to get used to it. My chances of getting lucky with some cute stranger in Wildwood are slim to none. I got lucky one time with that exotic kid who's attending the Berklee College of Music in Boston, but I haven't seen him since he hooked up with another gay kid who's also attending Berklee. The chances of meeting a gay buddy at Berklee are probably better than at a liberal arts college. I've heard that a higher than average percentage of music majors are gay, or that might be a stereotype, who knows. Surprisingly, Ray gives me directions that lead to the old closed-down drive-in theater where Robby and I ran into trouble that time Robby got carried away and almost smashed a guy's skull in with a baseball bat. I had to scream at him to bring him to his senses. I swore I'd never come back here, but what are the chances of something like that happening again? Ray says, "Park over near that old refreshment stand, baby." I give him a look with a surprised expression on my face and he smiles, then says, "Ya didn't think I'd go back on my word, did ya? I said I was going to show you how much I appreciate you being my boyfriend, and I'm going to do my best to do that even with my ankle basically killing me." I go, "You don't have to, Ray. I appreciate you keeping your word, but come on, this is an unusual situation. It won't be any good knowing you're hurting. It's alright really, let's meet the guys at Sunnydale's." He says, "Help me get in the back seat and then you get your clothes off and get in with me. I want to admire my boyfriend's naked body." I'm used to following orders so I get out the driver's side and come around to the passenger side to help Ray get out. With my arm around his waist he hops to the back door and I help him get in. He says, "Get undressed right here so I can watch you. Your body is awesome and while it makes me envious, I still like looking at it. Are you sure you've never worked out?" I pull my t-shirt over my head, saying, "Yeah, I'm sure, Ray. I would know if I worked out, wouldn't I?" He snaps, "Don't be fresh with me. Watch your mouth!" I mumble, "Sorry," and drop my pants realizing my dick feels firm. I'm not wearing underpants so I'm naked now except for the sandals on my feet. Ray says, "Stand close to the door," and when I do he takes my cock in his fist and strokes it, saying, "You've got the most perfect looking penis. It's ridiculously, um, perfect." But shaving your pubic hairs, I'm beginning to think, is too, ah, too girlie. I'd like Maryanne to shave her pussy and I'd like you to let yours grow back out. You know, so you're more, no offense intended, but more manly. That's the only thing I can find wrong with you. You're too pretty and, yes, girlie. Grow some whiskers or something. You're a great boyfriend, but maybe too close to a girlfriend. Am I making any sense?" I grunt as my cock bones-up tightly in Ray's fist with him continuing to lazily stroke it. Shortly, I need to bend forward and put my hands on Ray's shoulders, then grunt out, "No, Ray, it's crazy to say I'm girlie. There isn't a girlie thing about me and I can't help it if I'm good looking or haven't started growing whiskers yet. You're being unfair, mmmmm, I'm getting a wicked boner, Ray." Ray leans forward so the top of his head is under my face as I'm leaning over holding onto his muscular shoulders. I smell the sweat he's worked up playing basketball. It's not offensive and now his BO is wafting up as his arm moves stroking my boner and now pushing a finger in my ass. He says, "I'm sorry about accusing you of being girlie. You're right, it's not girlie so much as not really manly like I wish you were. You know, if I want to experience the full effect of gay sex for that side of me I probably need to do it with a guy who's got hairy legs and chest, and a full beard, ya know? How's this feel, by the way?" I'm blowing out fast little breaths, grunting, "I'm starting to feel like I'm going to cum." Ray's found my prostate and he's rubbing that now as I moan, "Ooooh, mmmm, it feels good, Ray, but I don't want to cum so quickly." He says, "Yeah, I'm milking you again, and after I do there's a challenge for me. You know, to fuck a second climax out of you. I'm doing it all for you, baby. Last night I had sex twice with my girlfriend and she's finally getting to appreciate it. You appreciated it right from the first time I fucked you. That's good for my ego." I'm going up on my toes, then down, up on my toes, then down, as he strokes my insanely hard cock and rubs my prostate. "Ooooh, Ray, I'm going to shoot cum all over you any minute now." He laughs, "Don't you dare, baby, block it with your hand when you have your orgasm." He chuckles, saying, "Ha ha, my fucking arms are getting tired. The things I do for you. After I've milked your balls dry you can rim my ass and then suck my cock. You get to do it all tonight like I promised." My climax is on me now and I can't talk, only quietly moan trying not to make an ass of myself. "You're almost there, I can tell," Ray says, "Your nuts are against the bottom of my hand. You know, when I used to jerk off as a kid, that's how I knew I was about ready to explode. My nuts got up tight to my body, it's really quite interesting. Do you think girls have the equivalent of balls? I'd ask Maryanne..." I hear no more as the roaring in my ears is followed by me bucking my hips and then cum spewing from my cock, most of it splattering off the palm of my hand that I got in front of my boner just before cum exploded from it. I'm groaning quietly, as Ray chuckles, "It splattered on me, Dylan. A spray of splattered cum, ha ha, that was quite an orgasm." Three more shots of spunk splash off my palm that's already drooling with warm cum. I'm seeing stars as Ray continues stroking. His finger comes out of my ass and now that hand is squeezing my balls a little too hard, but I'm too weak to complain. That was a two-day orgasm. Ray's chuckling, "That was so cool, Dylan. You really poured out some spunk there. Wow!" He points at his lap, "Look at this, I got a boner from milking your nuts. I thought I was gonna cum there for a second seeing your cock pumping cum out in a tight stream, really fast too. Man, it's really interesting. This bisexuality thing is hot, and fun too. And interesting, like I said." I'm taking deep breaths feeling the after-effects of climax buzzing around my cock and balls with little sensations zipping around my rectum, probably from my prostate stimulation. Ray says, "Just stand there a second," and he takes a box of 'Wet Ones' from the pouch on the back of the front seat. Wet Ones are moistened towelettes for cleaning your hands and face when soap and water aren't available. He hands me three of them and I wipe the cum off my hand with two of them, and then clean my cock with the other one. Ray's making a project out of cleaning the finger he had up my ass, then he wipes at the spray of cum that got on. Ray chuckles, he's in a surprising good mood considering his sprained ankle must be hurting him. He grins at me, and mumbles, "I should make you clean this finger with your mouth. You'd do that for me if I wanted, wouldn't you?" I shrug, mumbling, "I guess, Ray. If I'm willing to stick my tongue up your ass I don't think it'd be that big a deal to clean your finger." He shakes his head, muttering, "I gotta really hand it to you, babe, you sure know your place where you and I are concerned. Good for you, and I'm not taking credit, but, heh heh, I guess I am by saying I was hard on you, but that's what you needed to bring you down off your high horse and put you in your place. Right?" I say, "I wasn't on a high horse, Ray. I don't know what you mean by that. I've never felt I was better than anyone else." He goes, "Well, let's not go over all this again, but you did mock me for almost three years, right up until recently when you realized you wanted to be my boyfriend. A hundred and eighty degree turn around for you, but enough said about that." Then he says more, "I showed you who was boss and to your credit you acquiesced and realized you needed to humble yourself to me. I give you credit for that, but it was me that handled you in just the right way. We know where we both stand in our relationship now, so please, enough said about it already." Of course he's the only one talking about it, and while he's got a lot of things mixed-up in his head, I can see why he thinks the way he does. Not that it's important enough for me to give a shit about it. I'm enjoying the posse boys and Ray's sex, the rest of his nonsense is like water off a duck's back. Ray throws his used towelettes on the ground, saying, "Okay, get in here and close the door. I got bit by one of those fucking mosquitoes out there! You're lucky you didn't get eaten alive standing there naked like a good boy for your, um, for me while I milked your balls. Ha ha, I almost said, 'standing there naked like a good boy for your man', but I didn't." He's proud of himself, I suppose. Ignoring that, I say, "For some reason I've never been bothered by mosquitoes." He goes, "You're lucky. Undress me now and be careful of my ankle, please." I go, "Lift your arms," and when he does I pull his t-shirt, soaked in sweat, off over his head. Now his BO swarms around me making me dizzy as I grope myself. So sexy it's beyond belief. He lifts his butt off the seat and I pull his shorts down, being careful when I pull the shorts over his bandaged ankle. Then his sweaty jockstrap. He says, "You can smell that if you want," I'm not sure if he's serious, he probably is, but I just mutter, "No thanks," and drop it on his t-shirt and basketball shorts next to me on the floor. Reaching up I run my hand over his damp chest, intrigued with his sparse chest hairs, then look up at him from my kneeling spot on the floor. He looks down at me, then asks, "Do you want a kiss?" I nod that I do because I want to feel his whiskers on my face. They're longer than normal, certainly more than a two day's growth, and they're now curly and very cool looking. Ray looks kinda cool himself. He says, "Well, get up here and we'll have a little make-out. I was making out like crazy with Maryann last night and the funniest thought came into my head. I thought, 'Dylan makes out better than my girlfriend,' isn't that the oddest thing?" I'm on the seat next to Ray now, mumbling, "No, it's not all that odd. Some people make-out better than others." Then I do to Ray like Seth did to me Monday in the back of the truck, I put a leg over Ray's legs and sit on his lap facing him with one of my knees on the seat on either side of him. Ray says, "You really are into me, aren't you?" I go, "Sure, Ray, you're sexy. I've told you that before." When he lifts his arms to put them around my neck I almost swoon from the extra strong BO smell from Ray's underarms. It doesn't smell anything like rank body odor, it smells like musk or something sexy like that. Ray gently pulls my face down to his, saying, "Let me give you a little lovin', baby," and he puts the side of his face against mine with his curly whiskers feeling surprisingly soft. He says in my ear, with his lips wetting it, "You have the smoothest skin and the most amazingly sexy scent. Ya know, I've been thinking about that the last couple of days and I almost gave in to your nagging to see me last night. If I'm not careful I'm gonna get awfully hooked on you. You're special, Dylan. More special than even I thought you were before getting to know you. I never expected you to buckle under my thumb so easily, but it makes me like you even more. What do you have to say to that?" I'm like, "Well, thanks, Ray, but I haven't buckled under to you. I'm the same as I always am with my boyfriends." He asks, "Boyfriends, as in more than one? How many boyfriends do you have anyway?" I tell little white lie number six thousand and four - or is it five? - and say, "Only you and Robby Dickers, Ray." He moves the side of his face against mine, and it's feeling really sexy, and then he asks, "How many boyfriends before Rob and me?" I go, "Just one, and he dumped me," white lies numbers six thousand five and six. No sense mentioning Ryan, who I love. Ray says, "Dumped you? What the fuck is wrong with him? Who would dump you?" I mumble, "You said you would," and Ray kisses my cheek, mumbling, "That's a stupid bluff on my part, Dylan. I'll never have another boyfriend as close to perfect as you. Maybe I'll have a more mature one, but never one as perfect as you. Don't listen to my threats, I'm all bark and no bite. I'm a pussy cat actually, but I pretend to be a hard ass to keep my girlfriends in line." I ask, "How about your boyfriend?" He chuckles, "You can't get past that, can you? When I say girlfriend I'm including you, it's just like an abbreviation encompassing boyfriends and girlfriends, a short cut," and then he kisses me, and like I've said before, Ray's an excellent kisser, putting everything into it. He's not in Ryan's class, but who is? Ray's very good though, one of the best I've run into. Robby's my favorite, but mostly because I love him like no other. Ray's quickly deep into the make-out, his whiskers soft on my face, his BO musk inside my head, his tongue massaging my tongue, and his lips sucking on mine. He has one arm around my neck now, keeping my face tight against his and the fingers of his other hand run though my hair at the back of my head, and a long, "Mmmmmmm," comes from my throat as my dick firms up even though I climaxed fifteen minutes ago. Ray is so sexy I gotta admit it, and my hands are all over his bare back and big shoulders. I can feel that big mushroom-headed cock hard against my thigh now as I'm humping into his crotch moaning, highly aroused sexually. It goes on for maybe ten sexually stimulating minutes. My arms are now hugging around Ray's neck, my body plastered to his with perspiration forming between us. I slide chest to chest in our sweat with his wet chest hairs so sexy to me that I'm whining in sexual heat by the time Ray sucks on my tongue and then pulls back. I'm moaning, "Lick my face, Ray." He does a long lick with his wide tongue all across my cheek and, getting into it, continues with long licks until my face is covered in his saliva. The last lick he does is my favorite, right up the front of my face from my chin, over my lips, up the front of my nose and on up past my forehead into my hairline. Ray's voice is raspy as he mutters, "You are the sexiest human on earth. No one could be sexier, and you're capturing me, I can feel it. I'll be eating out of your hand before you're done." He chuckles, "Won't I?" I'm clinging to him thinking he's pretty sexy himself and his musky BO is driving me nuts with desire. "Fuck me, Ray." He says, "You get to rim me first, then suck my cock and balls, and then I fuck you. That's how I roll, baby." Then he licks my face again, mumbling, "You're fucking delicious, do you know that?" He still usually follows up a statement with a question. His tongue is out to lick me again, but I lick his tongue first and that gets us into another wild make-out. Ray's drooling precum on both our laps when he finally gasps, then grunts, "I give, ha ha. You are so hot and so special. Show your man, er, show your boyfriend what you think of him." I slide off Ray's lap and stare at his humongous boner with its big mushroom head for a second, then look Ray in the eyes. He chuckles again, saying, "Yep, that's going up your pussy in a little while. Are you anxious for it?" Actually I am, but I look down to his cock again, this time noticing his balls look so big they appear to be swollen. Ray slides down length-ways on the seat with his head even with the driver's backseat, he bends his knees with his feet on the seat, then spreads his legs inviting me to rim his ass without actually saying it. Getting on my knees I lean my head down and lick the inside of his sweaty thighs while smelling his strong crotch scent which is also more musk-like than normal body odor. Laying my face against the side of his boner and swollen balls, my nose pressed to his skin at his groin, right in the crease where his legs connect to his body. I inhale deeply, then again with his pubic hairs tickling my cheek; I need to fight the urge to moan as I inhale his scent. It's his odor that's the aphrodisiac for me. Ray's sexy looking and he makes out and fucks awesome, but it's his musky scent that drew me to him before I knew he kissed so good and fucked so good. Sure, Ray's fucked me a couple of times over the years, but he hadn't grown into his mushroom-headed cock back then, and his fucking, while always good, wasn't nearly as good as it is now. Even though I didn't realize it, it's been the BO musk that's intrigued me all along. Lifting my head from his groin I spread his buttocks and put my face in his ass crack and lick his asshole like a cat lapping milk, real fast. He squirms right from the start, rubbing my head and shoulders as I lick over his anus' lips again and again. I'm delirious with his scent fully in my head and I can't think about anything else. As I lick his asshole, pathetic whining sounds come from my throat and I go into deep sexual arousal. A big drool of precum drops from his cock to my cheek with Ray urgently saying, "My cock now, my cock now or I'll cum." I do a lick up under his nuts, and over top of his hairy scrotum, then up the base of his cock swallowing his precum as I go. At the head I lick all around it and then suck it into my mouth, going, "Mmmmm," because it's awesomely big and he smells so sexy and his precum tastes good. I try getting the head of his cock in my throat, but can't. I succeeded once weeks ago, but not since then because the mushroom head swells the more aroused Ray gets, and he's highly aroused now. My face is slippery with Ray's saliva and the sweat from his ass and crotch, plus my own saliva that drools down off my chin as I lapped and sucked Ray's private parts. He pulls on my ears to get me to come up off his cock. I look at him and see he's very flushed, as he mutters, "That's the sexiest half hour of my life. From the time we started making out till now has been incredible. You're awesome! He pulls me up and hugs me against him. Our sweaty bodies squish together as he kisses the side of my face. Ray won't kiss my mouth once I've rimmed him, so I didn't expect him to. After hugging for a while, he says, "I can't figure how to fuck you without my ankle getting bumped, or worse. All I can think of is you riding my boner with me sitting on the seat and keeping my ankle out of it. Get on my lap like you were before, a foot on either side of me this time and ease your pussy down on my cock. I'll guide it to your pussy hole, okay?" I've given up on the 'pussy' reference, happy to at least break him of the 'your man' and 'my man' references. I straddle Ray anxious to feel his unusual cock up my ass. His boner lays to the side so heavy and fat, engorged with blood and whatever else makes a cock hard, it can't stick up straight like mine when I'm wicked turned-on. I've got a sandal on each side of Ray with my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and he slaps my calf, saying, "Not with your sandals on the seat, use your head!" I kick off my sandals one at a time, then steady myself again. My face is close to Ray's as I inhale his body scent, then drop my head to rest my forehead against Ray's head. His arm goes around my neck and he licks my face again. I've started something that seems to have taken by asking Ray to lick my face. Of course I was thinking about Robby and Ryan doing that, and now Ray's taken a liking to it too. It's dominant of Ray and definitely submissive of me to let him do it by holding my face steady for him. After the lick he reaches over and strokes my swinging boner, saying, "You blasted off a lot of cum less than an hour ago, and now you've got another roaring boner. Gad, you're a sex pot," and three more licks on my cheek, with Ray saying, "Yum, you taste good. Okay, sit down on my big cock, baby. Make your man, um, boyfriend happy. Show me how much I mean to you." With my hands at the back of Ray's neck and the side of my face against his, moving slightly to feel his curly whiskers, I lower my ass and Ray guides his cock, guessing where my asshole is and the wet head of his cock hits the back of my scrotum. He adjusts the position of his boner and it's now right against my asshole. I sit down a tiny bit and the lips of my anus spread, down slightly more and half his cock head is inside me, with me going, "Aaaah, oh my god." "Sit on it, Dylan," as Ray reaches over and pushes down on my hips and the mushroom head of his boner forces its way past my sphincter muscle with Ray going, "Mmmmm, yeaaaah," and me going, "Ugh, ow, ooooh," as I sit down further and my rectum spreads wide, achingly. I stop and hug around Ray's head, groaning, as he says, "Take a rest until it feels better. Don't hurt yourself, baby. I wouldn't want that," and he rubs my shoulders and moves the side of his face against mine. He's being so considerate I give him a long kiss right on his whiskers and then sit down another two inches. Ray goes, "Aaaaah, mmmm, oh yeaaaah, Dylan," as I'm grunting quietly to myself, but my rectum's finally getting with the program now and expanding nicely and soon will feel good and wonderfully full. After waiting about thirty seconds I sit down, intending to go all the way to Ray's lap, but can't do it and stop about two inches from his thighs because his huge boner is too long and fat to take all at once. After waiting a few seconds, grunting and clutching Ray's head, then kissing his whiskers again, I'm able to sit the rest of the way down. Soon after that I'm squirming with sensations turning from bad to good, and then to seriously sexy sensations in my whole rectum as I hug Ray and squirm some more on his lap with his enormous cock filling me to capacity. Ray's groaning too, and rubbing his sweaty face against mine. We do this for a few minutes, then Ray starts humping up with his hips moving his boner in my ass and it's feeling fantastic now, absolutely fantastic! Ray moans, "Mmmm, ride my cock, baby, Do it." I raise up with that big mushroom head stimulating hundreds of sensitive spots in my rectum as it retracts and I can't hold back my moan, "Oooooh, mmmm, oh, oh, it feels so good, Ray." Sitting back down on his large boner feels so fucking good my shoulders shudder and my head trembles. I'm sucking on my lips trying to control my moans of pleasure, then I'm able to get into an up-and-down rhythm that gets Ray moaning, his head back on the seat rolling from side to side as he writhes in sexual pleasure. Seeing him so turned on gets me aroused further and with a grunted, "Umm," from me with each ride down, and a, "Ahhh, ooh," during each ride up, I ride that hard pole in ecstasy as my boner tightens further and I need all my limited willpower to keep from stroking it. Ray's cock gets fatter now, sending both of us into a choir of pleasurable moans. Neither Ray nor I seem to mind that we're sounding like a couple of goofs experiencing sex for the first time, but I for one can't help myself. The fabulous sensations just keep growing stronger and stronger. For some reason, riding Ray's cock like this hits all the most sensitive spots in my ass, not the least spot being a highly stimulated prostate gland and it's getting so intense I can hardly handle all the pleasure I'm feeling. Ray's musky BO is all I smell, his whiskers against my face are very sexy, and it's all adding to the unbelievable stimulation in my ass that's spreading out to other parts of my body and is reaching an otherworldly level of sexual pleasure. My arms are tightly around Ray's neck, the side of my face tight against his as we moan into each other's ears. It's truly an awesome fuck although my knees are finally feeling the strain after five minutes or so of up-and-down, up-and-down. All kinds of sexy sensations in my ass and cock with my balls getting ultra hard and by now I'm sitting down hard and it's crunching Ray's big hard balls, but because I'm getting a little wild with my lifts and sit downs there's nothing I can do about it. Ray's nuts are taking a beating, but it doesn't seem to be bothering him as I plop down on his lap crunching his nuts time after time. It's actually adding to my arousal. My cock is now pointing directly at Ray's chest dripping and throbbing, once again feeling wonderful. Then Ray groans loudly followed by a violent thrust of his hips and then he's screaming, presumably because he put pressure on his injured ankle. Concurrent with the scream I feel a gush of warm cum in my ass and it's immediately sloppy up there as more cum shoots from Ray's big mushroom-headed cock and in my head I can see the gaping pee slit as a ton of cum fires into my bowels. Ray's making whimpering sounds now, his eyes closed tightly. My orgasm's on me hot and heavy and I take my arm from around his neck and cover the head of my boner a second before I almost pass-out with the sensations of climax and a plop of cum splats out into the palm of my hand. A plop of spunk about the size of a grape, but it felt like a gusher of cum. Two more sprays of cum hit my hand with Ray whining at the sensations he's still feeling as he continues thrusting his hips driving his cock up my ass. I'm limp lying against him, our bodies make a squeaking sound as Ray's chest slides against mine in our combined sweat. The heat of this summer evening in the back seat of this car, windows up against the mosquitoes, and it is very hot and humid in here with the smell of sex in the air. Ray's thrusting runs out of steam and I lay against him enjoying his scent and his hot body and the feel of my rectum being full like never before. Finally Ray says, "That was an all-timer, baby. How'd you like it?" Our faces are sort of side by side with my chin resting against his shoulder and my forehead against his chin. I'm being careful to keep my hand with the dollops of spunk away from Ray's shoulder. I heard his question, but I'm still savoring the after-effects of that fuck and enjoying the feeling in my ass, so I don't answer. I just nod my head up and down, rubbing my cheek against his chin. He rubs my back, gives me a hug, then says, "I almost broke my fucking sprained ankle stomping against the floor when I climaxed. Oh fuck, what a combination... sheer, searing pain in my ankle and orgasmic sensation on my cock with my hair tingling from the shock of that awesome orgasm I had. It was awesome alright, heh heh." I take a deep breath, then mutter, "Let's stay like this until your cock bones up again and we can do it all over again." Ray gets a hand on either side of my shoulders and pushes me away from him. God, we're sweaty. He says, "Did your, um, boyfriend take care of you tonight, or what?" I nod my head, grinning, and mutter, "Jesus, I'll say. I loved it. You milked my balls dry so I could extend the pleasure longer before climaxing, right Ray?" He says, "That's right. Do you want me to do that every time? I gotta please you to keep you coming back for more." I go, "Yeah, do it every time, Ray. Hey, how about milking my balls by sucking me off next time." He laughs, "I know you're joking! The day I suck somebody's cock is the last day I accommodate my gay side." I go, "Well don't suck me off then because I love your cock up my ass and I want you to keep accommodating your bisexual side." He says, "Just remember that the next time I do or say something you don't care for. I'm not perfect and you're too sensitive, which is a tenuous combination. Get off me, baby, I need to get the air conditioning going. Or better yet, you need to get the air conditioning going." I knew Ray was strong, but this surprised me... with a hand under each of my armpits Ray lifts me off his cock, with me making a hissing sound between my teeth with every inch of that mushroom head retreating from my rectum, then he sits me on the floor in front of him. The huge head of his cock made a wet "Plop" sound getting past my sphincter. Ray yells, "Oh shit!' as he grabs the 'Wet Ones' and gives me a few, "Cover your pussy with these. Look at the cum that dripped out of there when my cock came free. A big blob on my fucking leg." I hold the towelettes to my puss, er, my ass, and say, "It's your cum, Ray! My cum's in my hand." He snaps, "Don't get pissy with me! I already told you once tonight to watch your fresh mouth!" So much for the honeymoon. Fifteen seconds after telling each other the sex was awesome we're arguing. He smacks the side of my butt cheek, "Whack!" asking, "Do you understand me? I won't be disrespected!" Well he did just say he's not perfect, and I can take the bad parts to get to the good parts that's called fucking, so I mumble, "I'm sorry, Ray." He grimaces and says, "Oh man, I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to hit you, I'm really sorry, Dylan. It's my fucking ankle... it's killing me now and I took it out on you. Damn, I'm sorry. Let me give you a kiss." I lean over with one hand on his shoulders and the other one holding the towelette to my asshole absorbing drooling spunk from my bowels. He kisses me on the lips, apparently forgetting I rimmed him earlier. Ray's a bit of a germaphobe. After the kiss I say, "It's all right, Ray, I can take it. As a matter of fact a spanking can be sexy sometimes." He's like, "Really? Hmmm, spanking you might be a good deal as far as letting go of my frustration at some of the nutty things you do and say." Nutty things I do and say? He sees things the way he chooses, no matter what the facts are. I let it go because we're back on good terms again. Naked, I get out of the back seat looking around for other cars, and quickly get into the driver's seat to get the motor going and soon cool air is circulating around the inside of the car. Getting back in with Ray, I basically dress him, then myself, and after that we spend a good twenty minutes using the whole container of "Wet Ones" cleaning ourselves and especially the back seat of the car. It's probably cleaner when we're done than it was before we started. Ray stays in the backseat as I drive his car to my condo. Along the way I ask him if he'll be able to drive from my condo to his house. He says, "Yeah, it's only a ten minute drive and it's my left ankle that's sprained, but it's throbbing in a bad way now. I need some Tylenol." We talk about us, with Ray telling me I'm his favorite girlfriend now, and I let that go. Pussy or ass, girlfriend or boyfriend, what do I care? It's different, hot buddy sex with Ray and I'll keep it going week to week as long as the good outweighs the bad, and as of now it's not even close... the good of the posse boys, especially Devon and Sonny, combined with Ray's unique sex, far outweighs Ray's eccentricity. At the curb below my condo, I help Ray get into the drivers seat, with him kissing my cheek instead of the posse fist bump and hug. We say goodbye and he drives off. Quite an experience I must say. And I got a Sonny experience coming up tomorrow afternoon. Sounds good! to be continued... 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